Scars are the footprints to our reflection.We keep them as relics for who we areAnd what we have gone through. The physical ones we can literally explain, if we remember.... But the emotional ones.They have a way of hiding within our heart,forcing us to uncover layers in between blinks and incomplete sentences like " why am i like..."

The wiper of this carTries to wipe away its tearsThat block it from moving onAll these whileSo agonising were those memoriesIt wished it could leave themAll at the back of its mindStill the teardrops do not ceaseThe blurred visionKeeps it from looking aheadToward a promising futureIt wished it could be strongTill the rain stopsAnd the sky is filled with Billowy blue clouds once againThe new beginningWill comeOnce you are determined To beginOn a new pageOnce more